11th Confession [Vide—nevermind geez goddamn droids]

[notabluesbro]

[Chillin' out in the forest, walking around, doing his thing—and he's got his journal open on his knee at the lake, commenting on how fucking cold these lakeside views are—when the droid's shadows creep up across the scenery in the video. To which he can only look a.) alarmed at first, and b.) finally and entirely annoyed and exasperated.]

Can't you give a guy one little goddamn break—

[There's gunfire for a second or two while the journal falls, but of course Wolfwood really can't fight back against that. Out by the lake is his lovely gun cross, some used bullet casings, a nice selection of drone parts and accessories (8Db) and his journal. But before he was dragged off, he made sure to leave someone a little note.]

when I'm back you'd better be able to look me in the eye or I'll rip your arms off and beat you with them

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[goldenglasses]

WOLFWOOD! [He already knows he's going to be too late as he takes off running for the Eastern lake first.]

[goldenglasses]

[He only slows when he finally gets to the lake, completely out of breath to see the scene before him. He was too late, damn it he knew he would be, but it didn't help the empty feeling he felt at seeing the lonely cross and discarded journal.

He moves to pick up the journal first, but as he does his eye catches what's written there.]

[goldenglasses]

[He lets off a soft chuckle as he reads it a second and third time.]

Alright, Wolfwood. Alright. [Are you there to talk to? No. Does he care? No, but he gets it.]

And done~

[goldenglasses]

[He slips the journal in his pocket, he knows it will probably vanish when you come back, so he'll be keeping an eye on it before he heads over to the cross. It's still so heavy.] Full of mercy... [He mutters to himself because the silence in the woods right now is suffocating. He's just going to stand there in the snow for a bit, muttering now and then to himself, until he can collect himself from failing to stop something like this happening again and heading back home to Meryl.

The last thing she needs right now after all is to see him acting sad again.]

/paging the hypocrite. Come in please, hypocrite. 8D

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Vash. You there?

/pssst, pssst! I think it's for you- oh wait... there's no one else here.

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, I'm here.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

...[...well. She just wanted to make sure you weren't out getting yourself killed somewhere. But.]

You gonna be okay until he gets back?

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, I'll be okay. He'd smack me over the head when he gets back if I wasn't. [THIS BE HIS BRAVE FACE!] Besides... he'll be okay. He's strong.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

I know he is. [Are you?] He has to put up with you, after all. [But her tone is gentle.]

...we're around if you need us.

[goldenglasses]

Thanks. I'll keep that in mind.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Sanji's heard. And he can't begin to imagine how much Vash is hurting now.

... You still owe him a drink, asshole, so get back soon.]